I have been told that I am an angry man But I do not believe that to be true As I love the trees and love the flowers And most of all love you          

Many years ago I found myself working in Paris My office was in the centre of the city Although I could have walked from my apartment I was lazy and used the Metro   This had been my method of travel for a number of months But then as the summer breezes had begun to…

Marina killed my parrot I came home one day to find it dead On the kitchen floor It had been run through By a knitting needle I knew that Marina was guilty As I have no idea Of how to knit When I confronted her She denied any guilt And said that grey parrots Were…

Eighty years ago this bridge might of been on the front line The nearby towns and villages would have been obliterated But the invasion did not take place and today it sleeps Next to the abandoned pill boxes that are fading slowly into dust When I was a child my parents told me that the…

When Angels Cry The Earth Seems Dry When Angels Sleep The Innocent Gently Weep When Angels Sing The Church Bells Ring When Angels Sup When Angels Bathe When Angels Speak When Angels Read When Angels Dream When Angels Pray When Angels Die The Earth Seems Dry The Innocent Gently Weep The Church Bells Ring The…

We are walking naked along the coastal road Now that the lockdown has faded But no-one is bothered as all the holiday homes Are as empty as the sea view retreats of the well to do Not that that we would care For at the end of this road there is a gentle hill That…

The statue of the great poet was being raised in Pushkin Square as her cortege passed slowly by It was followed by a street urchin who sang in a sweet voice well above his earthly station Lately our land has been visited by a beauty who sings in a heavenly way As there was an…

Dynamic When Masie fucked Daisy The dynamics became hazy As both were lazy Graffiti noted on a wall not far from Paddington Station Air The air is clean now Let us start again This is our last chance Graffiti noted on a wall not far from Paddington Station Confession I am an angel now As…

I asked my daughter whether I am in an existentialist crisis She said that I am not only in an existentialist crisis but I am locked in its cell Yet the cell does not have a door nor does it have walls There is not a key although I imagine that there is a key…

Quite often I sit at my window watching the passing satellites come and go And then I return to my bed and wonder that if I was dead Would I be orbiting the earth in one of the satellites Or would I be writing rather quaint poems And struggling to to rhyme Come and go…